You say you love me, darling Please, call me on the phone sometime One of these days Sound like a long-distance call When I hear your voice Ease my worried mind I'm gonna show you how nice a man can be I'm gonna show you just how nice a man can be I'm

I'll show you 'Cause life's not easy, I'm not made out of steel Don't forget that I'm human, don't forget that I'm real Act like you know me, but you never will But there's one thing that I know for sure Sometimes it's hard to do the right thing When the

I'm out of control, My girl don't want me 'cause of my dirty laundry, And I think that she knows, With all of this money they all want something from me, It's starting to show, I'm out of control I can't lie no more, Man I can't see shit in the

Wait by the door, and light a cigarette If he wants a fight, well, now he's got one And he ain't seen me crazy yet He slapped my face, and he shook me like a rag doll Don't that sound like a real man? I'm going to show him what little girls are made of

This goes out to you, you, my number one (number one, number one) I won't stop until I see you, suga You know who you are This is for my number one, number one (I see you) So many shows, swear wherever I go I'm gonna keep on lookin' Lookin' for my number

Well I might have known it Nobody told me about this part They told me all about the pretty girls And the wine and the money and the good times On an old honky tonker's heart But nobody told me about this part There's no mention of all the wear and tear

La la la la la la la la! S'il y a vraiment quelque part Quelqu'un qui regarde tout ça Bravo le showman et be bop a lula! If there is really somewhere Someone who looks at everything Bravo and the showman Be Bop a Lula! Il y en a, il y en a encore.

Will you show me love as we get older And I'm falling at your feet After thirty years of service and one to fit our need Show me love as we grow colder Let our love provide the heat But our older bones are missing But our heart's will never meet There's

(I got the, I got the power) Just 'cause you're packin', packin', whoop, down South You're the man, but I got the, I got the, I got the power You make rain, but I'll make it, I'll make it, I'll make it shower You should know, I'm the one who's in control

I bet this last time's the one time too many The rush of waiting is burning through my head Right after supper her brother shower's twice a week He kicks my ass so much, that filthy white inbred And when the day ends I'm sure she feels sorrow The lonely